The young one
Of late, I have not been spending much time at home. Mainly because my schedule have me spending most of my time in camp. Still, I must admit that I hang out till late hours often. On weekdays when I clear my offs, its usually dad mom and I. What about my sister, the young one? I often come home only to find her already asleep. Pulling the blanket from her feet up to her shoulder is about the only form of love I can show.Amazingly, everytime I am at home, she is in school and vice versa. I can imagine what she does at home when neither me nor my other sis is home. She does her homework, watch some tv, play the violin or just take a nap. She is not quite at the age for hanging out with her group of friends yet. Does she feel lonely and bored sometimes? We all know how terrible it feels, to be at home with nothing much to do and no where to go. Sometimes I wonder, am I neglecting her?
Yes, there are times when I jio her to play games together. Watch movies with her, so on and so forth. But thats not the point. Being the brother of this little angel is a 24/7 thing, its not a once in a while event. I have heard from my female friends, about their secret desire to have an elder brother. Heard about how nice it would be to have someone close to dote on them. Indeed there are many things which I can and ought to be doing. Sms my sisters every now and then, bring them out for breakfast, disturb them a little and the list goes one. Its always the little things that matter. When you try to get close to someone you claim you like or love, you unknowingly sms them daily, create opportunities to spend time together blah blah...things that probably seem even retarded. Ever wondered, why is this lacking when it comes to family members. Do we take them for granted?
Afterall, thoughts remains as thoughts. Its actions that matter.
At the age of 17, Zen was exposed to the idea of evolution and structuring within the animal kingdom. Though he was aquainted with the idea of consciousness at 6 and have been developing theories by the time he was 8, he never saw how emotions tie in closely with the evolution of species. Zen saw how emotions allow certain species to rise above the rest. Zon on the other hand saw how emotions made them fragile. So zon questioned "Remember when we were 6, what drove you to kill our parents when you lost to me in the game, emotions or reasons?"
posted by zente @ 8:27 AM
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